Gems from American Female Poets: With Brief Biographical NoticesH. Hooker, 1842 - 192 páginas |
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Ajaccio beam beauty bird blessing bloom bosom bower Bradford County breast breath bright brow cheek child cloud cold dark dear deep deep Rise dost doth dreams drooping earth face fair fear gaze gems gentle glow golden grief hast hath heard heart heaven hope hues hushed LAKE ONTARIO life's light linger lips lone look Macedon maiden Massachusetts memory moon of flowers mother native ne'er neath never New-York night Noorjehan o'er oh brother pale peace poems pure rest ring-dove round SEBA SMITH shades shadow shadows fall shine sigh silk-worm sister sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit star sunny sweet tears tell tender thee thine thou art thought thrill tomb tone tree trembling Twas tyrant band unforgiven Valley of Peace voice wake wave weary weep whisper wild winds wing young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 75 - THE Frost looked forth one still, clear night, And whispered, " Now I shall be out of sight ; So through the valley and over the height, In silence I'll take my way. I will not go on like that blustering train, — The wind and the snow, the hail and the rain, Who make so much bustle and noise in vain, But I'll be as busy as they...
Página 75 - Now, I shall be out of sight ; So through the valley and over the height, In silence I'll take my way ; I will not go on like that blustering train, The wind and the snow, the hail and the rain, Who make so much bustle and noise in vain ; — But I'll be as busy as they.
Página 76 - By the light of the morn were seen Most beautiful things ; there were flowers and trees; There were bevies of birds and swarms of bees; There were cities...
Página 69 - I am a Pebble ! and yield to none !" Were the swelling words of a tiny stone ;— " Nor time nor seasons can alter me ; I am abiding, while ages flee. The pelting hail and the drizzling rain Have tried to soften me, long, in vain ; And the tender dew has sought to melt Or touch my heart ; but it was not felt. There's none can tell about my birth, For I'm old as the big, round earth.
Página 18 - Ye say their cone-like cabins, That clustered o'er the vale, Have fled away like withered leaves Before the autumn gale ; But their memory liveth on your hills, Their baptism on your shore, Your everlasting rivers speak Their dialect of yore.
Página 154 - ve nursed for thee the sunny buds of spring, Watch'd every germ the full-blown flowers rear, Seen o'er their bloom the chilly winter bring Its icy garlands, and thou art not here ; Brother, come home. Come home, Would I could send my spirit o'er the deep, Would I could wing it like a bird to thee — To commune with thy thoughts, to fill thy sleep With these unwearying words of melody ; Brother, come home.
Página 76 - As we're hastening on in our boundless flight ; And over the mountains and over the deep, Our broad invisible pinions sweep. Like the Spirit of Liberty, wild and free ! And ye look on our works, and own 'tis we ; Ye call us the winds ; but can ye tell...
Página 149 - WHEN evening spreads her shades around, And darkness fills the arch of heaven , When not a murmur, not a sound To Fancy's sportive ear is given; When the broad orb of heaven is bright, And looks around with golden eye; When Nature...
Página 159 - GOD shield thee, helpless one ! The stout limbs yield, for their strength is past ; The trembling hands on the deep are cast ; The white brow gleams a moment more, Then slowly sinks, — the struggle is o'er. Down, down where the storm is...
Página 58 - Have braved the haughty glance of pride, Nor shed a single tear. I could have smiled on every blow From life's full quiver thrown, While I might gaze on thee, and know I should not be